Damien
I'm sitting in my office at Arcadia, staring at my phone, the screen glowing with Riley's name.
It's the third time tonight she's called, and each time, I've let it go to voicemail. My finger hovers over the screen, part of me itching to answer, but I hold back.
She's been running through my head all day. Hell, for longer than that, and it's starting to mess with me in ways I didn't expect. I don't know what it is about her, whether it's her strength, her stubbornness, or the way she somehow makes me question every damn decision I make—but she's gotten under my skin.
And I hate that.
I hate that she's all I can think about. I hate that I can't control this. So, I don't answer her call. I can't let her pull me in again. Not tonight.
